My inspiration comes from nature, from travelling, from the briefest of flashes that call to me, saying “There is something here. Can you see?”
It is everywhere I look, in the crook of a tree, in the angles of dilapidated human history, in every scent I stop to notice, in the sounds of voices and birds and water.
My muse is life – the broad blue sky, cityscapes and landscapes, the undulating waves, stretches of jewel-green woven with ochre, breeze-blown flowers, hidden cobbled ways.
My muse is life, in all its forms. And I return to her many faces time and time again.
St. Pierre Cathedral, Geneva, Copyright Silverleaf 2015
I have many similar pictures of churches and cathedrals in Budapest, from all over Ireland, from Mexico.
At the Walls of St. Pierre Cathedral, Geneva, Copyright Silverleaf 2015
Cobbled back streets fascinate me, and I have pictures like this one from France, Italy and Dublin.
Sailboats on Lake Leman, Geneva, Copyright Silverleaf 2015
I am drawn to water. I have similar pictures of Lake Ontario, the Ottawa River, Muskoka, Mexico, and places I no longer recall.
Lake View, Geneva, Copyright Silverleaf 2015
This could be the bench at the lookout in Gatineau Park.
On Golden Lake, Geneva, Copyright Silverleaf 2015
I took similar pictures in my teenage years of the Muskoka Lakes, and in my twenties, I took pictures of the Killarney Lakes in Ireland which resemble this view as well.